Outside the Seeker Association, the world moved on like nothing had happened.
No reports. No mention of the evaluation machine shattering under my hand. Nothing.
As for the previous examiners… they were probably tucked away in a secret briefing room by now.
Honestly, I wouldn't be shocked if the Association had one of those pens that flashed and wiped memories clean—just another tool to keep their secrets buried.
Walking around the streets, I kept my pace easy, unhurried, like I was just another face in the crowd.
Hayes said he needed to report me to some other government agency as per protocol. That was fine. If things ever went sideways, I could vanish without a trace.
But I didn't want to waste this opportunity.
And from our talk, it was obvious Hayes wanted me affiliated with an organization as soon as possible. Something with rules and paperwork.
It would make me easier to track. Easier to predict.
Which, ironically, made it the safest move for me.
